And here we are again! Thank you for all the response I got for the first chapter of this, as well as the lovely people who are now following or have favorited this. You guys make my day! *passes around cookies*

So, new chapter. You get to learn the aftermath of what happened. Hope you enjoy!

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Something warm was shining on his face. Jack blinked his eyes open, expecting to see the same old ceiling of his apartment. But he didn't see the yellow-brown wallpaper stop at the edge of the ceiling. The walls were an off-white color, and there was a sterile smell in the air. His sheets were white and too stiff. He realized that he was in the hospital, but it looked like the one in New York. This made no sense, since he was in Russia with Peggy to find a contact…

Peggy. Jack bolted upright and tried to get out of the bed. He had to find out where she was.

"Whoa, easy," a familiar voice said. A hand rested on his shoulder and eased him back down. Jack looked over to see Sousa sitting in a chair beside his bed.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, caught off-guard by the other man's presence.

"Only just got here," Sousa admitted, shrugging. "Thanks for not making me have to wait a while. How are you doing, by the way?"

"Fine, just a little sore," Jack mumbled. "Where's Peggy? We got jumped at the contact point and someone got her. Did you find her? Is she okay?"

All the color drained out of Sousa's face. "We got a call from the contact. He had been held up by the police, missed his train to Moscow."

"So the man we met wasn't even our man at all?" Jack sighed. "So who was he then?"

"No idea, but he arrived at the rendezvous point, and there was gas spewing out. Tear gas," Sousa continued. "You were found unconscious at the scene, and the real guy got you out and to his safe house. From there, he called us up in New York, said he was going to take you back here. Apparently, you were out for the flight, and you've been out since then. Took a heck of a hit to the head I guess."

"The guy we were with opened his briefcase, and it sprayed out this gas. It was thick and white, and I lost sight of Peggy. I tried to get to her, but someone with a gas mask grabbed her and pulled her out of my sight. I'd bet it was the fake contact, probably had a gas mask in the case. I followed in the direction he disappeared, and managed to get out. When I did, I saw a bunch of men loading her into an army truck. Someone hit me in the back of the head, and the last thing I saw was the truck driving off. Next thing I know, I'm here."

Jack blinked his eyes a few times, feeling a little woozy after talking so much. He looked at Sousa hopefully. "Did you find out what happened to Peggy?"

His friend pursed his lips and avoided Jack's gaze. "No."

"No?" Jack frowned. "What the hell you mean no?"

"We haven't found her." Sousa's face was solemn. "Peggy's missing."

Jack shook his head in disbelief. "No, this is Peggy Carter we're talking here. It can't be true. She can't be missing."

"Well, we don't know where she is. There've been no clues up to this point. The vehicle you just mentioned is the first thing we've been able to even get!"

Jack closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. He had to be tough, he couldn't lose it right now. He was co-chief of the damn SSR and he hadn't broken down since Japan. But right now, he could barely keep his composure. Peggy meant a lot to him, and he blamed himself for not getting to her in time. If only he'd gotten to her, if only he'd been able to stop the man from dragging her out of his sight. They should have just left the minute he tried to offer them a peek at the 'information'.

It was all his fault.

"Such a pretty face."

Peggy scowled, strongly tempted to bite the hand that was stroking her cheek. She would have preferred to punch him, except her arms were held down in restraints. Her legs were as well, and there was also a strap across her chest and a disturbing contraption that held her head in place. She was unable to do anything other than picture what she would do to her captors once she got free.

Three days ago, she'd woken up in here. At least, Peggy thought it had been three days. They had been sedating her a lot, and it made her lose track of time. As far as she knew, Jack wasn't here, which meant he had gotten away. That was the one consoling thought that she was holding onto desperately. Jack must have been able to escape, and was hopefully looking for her. As something poked into her arm and she blacked out again, she forced herself to focus on him.

When she awoke, Peggy found herself in a chair. Metal braces clamped over her wrists and ankles, preventing her from moving anywhere. An oily-looking man in a white lab coat approached her, reaching up and lowering something above her.

"Wipe her," ordered a cold voice with a heavy Russian accent. "We'll need a fresh start for this one."

Rough hands pushed her back against a padded headrest. The oily man gave her leering grin as he lowered something onto her head.

Then Peggy felt her head explode with horrific pain.

Uh-oh!

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